I have been reading a ton this quarter and many of the books are romantically charged giving me a lot of sensual images and material to work with. Heres a little poem I pulled out of a page in the most recent book I read.
Show soft spots Let this moment grab and Pull Full lengths of bodies Touching So close Feel the heat from blush The breath Of space between Eyes say yes Lips sink Can’t get enough Tongues tangle and Tangle again Chemicals Will not fade away “Come back,” I say
For this poem, I took a New York Times article about climate change and used erasure to dramatize the content of the article. Since the article was about igniting panic to make change, I wanted to paint a picture of what it might look like if change never came.
a heat wave killing
more than a million
acres to ash
trying to escape the flames
3.6 degrees he said
change is a crisis
it is right to be alarmed
ice-free summers in the arctic
climate refugees fleeing
to stay safe
because the game is over
fear can mobilize,
even change the world
bad news each day seeming to bring a new trauma already unfolding
the threat is all encompassing
a world on fire
a threat the size of life itself
we can’t see anything
this is only a beginning
Skiing is a passion of mine so I have tons of ski magazines lying around my house. Picking one up I flipped to an interview with a skier and decided to see how a poem might form out of the writing. The poem didn’t end up having much to do with skiing but I think I like it better that way. The interview from the magazine was about firsts and I wanted to keep the idea of firsts throughout the poem.
First re-discover the feeling attempt to fall back in and land perfectly
First remember the want and agree to be intimidated
First confuse life catch the air think steep damage and bruise
First mistake not listening when it told you to die right then and there
First win and push comfort like underwater breath act and defuse
For this little poem I decided to use six of Khloe Kardashians most recent tweets to do some erasure. The tweets don’t necessarily go together so I thought it would be fun to try and form something cohesive out of the bunch.
harder and more painful
this sick rollercoaster of
is equally to blame
regardless of addressing
I address him
to try and save
I’ve been kind
Ill be back when I
I attempted to create a poem solely off a breakfast menu. It sounded rather simple initially but after a few failed attempts I realized it is much harder than I thought. Taking words and phrases from the old town cafe menu, here’s what I came up with.
Two eggs served
rain and real maple syrup
same old town
served with your favorites
This poem was found through drunk girls words on the bathroom stalls at a little dive called State Street Bar. I figured it might be interesting to try something unconventional and see if anything good came of it. I took quotes from the stall walls and rearranged words to try and find a narrative. I’m not sure it really works but it was worth a try.
All of us, well most of us, got read to as children. Fairy tales and children’s books are often mystical and cause for wonderment. I revisited some childhood stories recently and even looked up original stories for a few and thought it might be interesting to warp the narrative a little. This is a poem I wrote with the story Little Red Riding Hood in mind.